I was lucky growing up in the fifties, neither of my parents took sugar in tea or coffee–spoilt the taste they insisted.
Like a good son, I copied them and in spite of Ma’s talent for baking–coffee cakes and flapjacks were unrefusable offers at “tea-time”–I didn’t develop the raging sweet tooth some people have to feed.
So the changes I made after I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes thirteen years ago were minimal and not really painful.
“Out with the whites” (refined carbohydrates like white rice, white pasta, white bread)–an earlier post–became the rule and I don’t miss ’em!
I prefer wholewheat pasta, brown basmati rice and whole rye bread–I prefer the taste I mean.
And of course I don’t drink artificially sweetened soft drinks, though I remember in the fifties enjoying my share of something colored red called TIZER, bought in large bottles from “The…
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